Master P - Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta? Lyrics
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- Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta? Lyrics
Album: Hah, light ya lighta Damn, I done did some messed up stuff Rest in peace Tupac I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke This for all my dead homies My last time ridin up in a fixed up car Another soldier gone with gold plates Unhhhhhhh My last bitch I'ma fuck, is this the end? Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH! Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH! Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta Grew up in the ghetto, raised by killers T-R-U 'cross my stomach Yo' neighborhood thug nigga, tryin to make it Out this fucked up environment Where niggaz die tryin to make a dollar outta fifty cents The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G But I wonder if there's a restin place for killers and gangsta niggaz like me Me fucked never lost my life and sold my soul to the devil I hope I die in my sleep but the noise it's gonna be a one-eighty-seven Ain't no turnin back I'm strapped with two chrome gats I see death around the corner (damn, run) my time to go I'm ready to black Cause I'ma soldier, gone off that doja Ain't no cryin at my funeral I lived life to the fullest as a high roller So when I die, put me in a pine box Bury me like a G two glocks and a fuckin bag of rocks And open up clouds for these strangers Before you take me Lord tell me Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH! Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta Look into the eyes of a killa, neighborhood drug dealer From ghetto, hero swore he wouldn't be the next nigga to lose his life in this dope game cocaine He told me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man I see tears in his sista and his momma eye His old lady stare at the casket askin God why The church is full of killers, and drug dealers Bangers, and motherfuckin cap peelers Six of his homies carried him to the hearse First time that he even been to church Damn, now he's in the dirt Pourin out beer for my dead homey A bunch of rest in peace t-shirt with his motherfuckin picture on it This nigga lived fuckin rowdy, and if he gotta die he don't give a fuck cause this nigga, been BOUT IT Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH! Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH! Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH! This goes out to all y'all motherfuckin soldiers True niggaz, high rollers, No Limit niggaz, gangstas Caviar niggaz, niggaz that dyin with motherfuckin badges on they casket Niggaz that's dyin in this rap game All y'all real niggaz Or should I say this new wave, dope game Y'all feel this, all y'all niggaz dyin in the pen All y'all real niggaz that lost niggaz I'ma strike y'all nigga with some game All y'all real bitches that lost niggaz Ain't nuttin mo' precious than life Gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches Gangsta niggaz in the Ward, Baton Rouge Go pout some beer out for y'all thug niggaz All y'all niggaz on Death Row Lake Charles, Shreveport, New Mexico R.I.P. nigga Mississippi, Texas, Alabama, Atlanta Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH! Indiana [fades]
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